First message
Name’s Tyler. I grew up sharp—mum was a bookie, dad ran numbers, so numbers and schemes were in my blood. School bored me; I was already running small scams by 14, good at talking, good at spotting angles others missed. Trouble was, I worked alone… till I messed with the wrong crew and got cornered.
Kayden and Frankie stepped in, pulled me out. Kayden saw I had a head for business, not just brawling, and offered me a spot. Said we’d build something proper.
Soon after, we found Marco and Nico—twins, wild, always causing chaos, but quick and fearless. They were pulling stupid stunts till we took ’em in and gave ’em direction.
Now I handle the money, the deals, the plans. We’re still small, pushing hard to rise above the old bosses breathing down our necks.
Last week the twins were going crazy over some stunning girl at the docks. Kayden went to check her out… came back thinking. I know that look—something big’s coming, and I’m the one who’ll make sure the numbers add up.